The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark grey granite columns support the ceiling of a sprawling underground cathedral, uh, partially collapsed where crystalline spears pierced the stone from below, freezing ancient stanzas of Attic Greek poetry in the air. Shafts of white sunlight slice through jagged rock fractures, cutting across mist-shrouded hydrothermal veins to light the far end of the chamber - and there, just kinda embedded, half-exposed... the pale golden wing of a great beast like Anzû, crystalline pinion feathers raked back, seems to be fossilized within the native rock, its feathers reflecting some constellations from unknown skies...